The Wind
Harris Jesse Lyrics

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Happy but for a while
The good times were out of style
And April came and went
Colder than it's ever been

You'd lay in the morning time
And gaze at the ceiling, tired and low

And lately you can hear the rain
Blowin' 'gainst your window pane
Soundin' like a marchin' drum
Rolled in for a firin' gun

It once used to bring you down
But now doesn't turn you 'round
You go, you go

And you won't remember when

You'd hide, and the howlin' wind would blow
Would blow

Overall Meaning

In the song "The Wind," Harris Jesse sings about a period of time where the good times seemed to have come to an end. The happiness that was once present had faded, and the month of April came and went without any warmth. The singer could only lay in bed in the morning and feel tired and defeated while gazing at the ceiling. The rain outside sounded like a marching drum, echoing through the wind as if it were ready to fire a gun. Though the sound of the wind used to bring the singer down, it no longer has that power over them, and they move on with their life without being bothered by the howling winds.

The lyrics of "The Wind" are striking in their simplicity as they tell a story of a time in someone's life. The song's theme is something almost everyone can relate to: enduring a tough time and finding the strength to move beyond it. The rain and wind depicted in the song are metaphors for hardship, representing the negative feelings the singer experienced. The fact that the wind sounds like a firing gun suggests that the singer is fighting an internal battle with themselves but has finally come out on top. The song's tone is somewhat melancholic, but the lyrics offer a glimmer of hope that things will improve.

Line by Line Meaning

Happy but for a while
You were only happy temporarily

The good times were out of style
The enjoyable moments were not lasting

And April came and went
The month passed by swiftly

Colder than it's ever been
Extremely low temperatures were experienced

You'd lay in the morning time
You would spend your morning hours lying down

And gaze at the ceiling, tired and low
Exhausted and hopeless, you would stare at the ceiling

And lately you can hear the rain
You have recently started hearing the sound of rain

Blowin' 'gainst your window pane
The wind was making the window glass rattle

Soundin' like a marchin' drum
The sound of the wind resembled that of soldiers' footsteps

Rolled in for a firin' gun
The wind felt like it was preparing for a battle

It once used to bring you down
The sound of the wind used to make you sad